Zhou Chen had made his decision. He was going to be the king of the grind in North Carolina!
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North Carolina.
Crocodile City.
Heavy, black clouds blanketed the entire city. The world was exceptionally dim, as oppressive as the apocalypse.
Inside a sweatshop, machines rumbled and roared. Countless low-wage laborers toiled away, while vast plumes of polluted gas billowed from smokestacks into the sky, becoming part of the haze.
A scrawny man in his twenties was working numbly on the assembly line when he felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned to see a short, fat man in an expensive suit, so obese he resembled a penguin.
The fat man smacked the scrawny man's rear hard with his walking stick, his face etched with displeasure. "Move your ass! I didn't hire you to slack off. Hey, you! Increase this kid's quota by 200 today. If he doesn't finish, dock his pay."
